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Only now did I become thoroughly acquainted with the seducer of our people.

A single year of my sojourn in Vienna had sufficed to imbue me with the conviction that no worker could be so stubborn that he would not in the end succumb to better knowledge and better explanations. Slowly I had become an expert in their own doctrine and used it as a weapon in the struggle for my own profound conviction.
Success almost always favored my side.

The great masses could be saved, if only with the gravest sacrifice in time and patience.
But a Jew could never be parted from his opinions.

At that time I was still childish enough to try to make the madness of their doctrine clear to them; in my little circle I talked my tongue sore and my throat hoarse, thinking I would inevitably succeed in convincing them how ruinous their Marxist madness was; but what I accomplished was often the opposite. It seemed as though their increased understanding of the destructive effects of Social Democratic theories and their results only reinforced their determination.

The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn't help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next day. The Jew had not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.

Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.

I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.
Gradually I began to hate them.

That was Mein Kampf. Page 74 Stalag Edition

I was then simple enough to attempt to show them the absurdity of their
teaching. Within my small circle I talked to them until my throat ached and my
voice grew hoarse. I believed that I could finally convince them of the danger
inherent in the Marxist nonsense.

But I achieved the very opposite. It seemed to me that a growing insight
into the disastrous effects of the Social Democratic doctrine in theory and in
practice only served to strengthen their opposition.

The more I debated with them the more familiar I became with their
tactics in debate. At the outset they counted upon the stupidity of their
opponents; but when they got so entangled that they could not find a way out,
they played the trick of acting the innocent simpleton.

Should they fail, in spite of their tricks of logic, they acted as if they
could not understand the counter-arguments and feeling themselves cornered,
hastily transferred the discussion to another field. They uttered truisms and
platitudes; and, if you accepted these, took this acceptance as applying to other
problems and matters differing essentially from the original theme.
If you cornered them on this point they would escape again, and you
could not force them to make any precise statement.

Whenever one tried, to get a firm grip on any of these apostles, one’s
hand grasped only a slimy jelly which slipped through the fingers, but
coagulated again a moment afterwards.

If your arguments were so telling that your adversary felt forced to give
in on account of those listening and if you then thought that at last you had
gained ground, a surprise was in store for you on the following day.
The Jew would be utterly oblivious to what had happened the day
before, and he would start once again by repeating his former absurdities, as
if nothing had happened.

Should you become indignant and remind him of yesterday’s defeat, he
pretended astonishment and could not remember anything, except that on the
previous day he had proved that his statements were correct.

Talk is cheap. Getting someone to do it is hard.

~random White guy

re: black v White.

I always will capitalize White, never anything else, anymore. jew, nigger, black, asian, mexican...

And yes, too many of us have recognized the latter.